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“You got any money?”

Kid shook his head.

“Then scram! I don’t do this shit for free.”

He nodded and snuck over to Kinzer.

By now, Dedrus had pulled down his thong and was twirling his foot-long dick in Kinzer’s face.

Where the fuck do they make all these ginormous cocks?

“Dedrus,” Kinzer said, slipping another bill in the strap. “You’re the only one I can trust right now.”

“Hey!”

A tall man with fat, hanging cheeks, but a fit form, came up beside Kinzer.

Dedrus slid his thong over his dick.

“You gonna just keep putting out ones, or you wanna get a deal for the VIP?”

Dedrus mouthed, “VIP.”

“How much is it?”

“For Aaron here? Two hundred for thirty minutes.”

“For thirty minutes? That’s not a fucking deal!”

The man glanced Kinzer over. “You gonna be stingy, or you want a good show? You’ve seen this one’s dick. Pretty impressive. Now sit on the pot or get off the can.”

Kinzer turned to Dedrus with a shocked glare. “You worth it?”

“Am I ever.”

Kinzer slipped the wallet out of his back pocket and sifted through the billfold. “What can I get for twenty?”

“I’ll give you directions to the nearest McDonald's.”

“Whatever.” Kinzer slipped the wallet back in his pocket.

“Tell you what. Fifty for fifteen minutes.”

“What if I want the other one, too?”

The boss thought for a minute. He glared at Treycore. “That one’s our little show stud. I’ll throw him in for another seventy-five.”

“I’ll take them both for a hundred or walk.” He motioned to Kid. “And my friend comes, too.”

The man held out his hand.

***

The boss pulled a white sheet across a metal rod, exposing a room illuminated by a dim, blue-bulbed lamp on a box. A couch with foam pushing out of its edges was pressed against the chipped and cracked wall—littered with carelessly taped event posters with pictures of well-endowed go-go dancers.

The boss ushered Kid, Kinzer, and Dedrus in. As Treycore approached the doorway, the boss grabbed his bicep and pulled him aside. “Remember, no BJs. I’m not looking to get shut down.”

“Fuck off,” Treycore said, slipping back inside. He grabbed the edge of the sheet and pulled it closed.